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A Story of an old Man and a Grave
A few light years away an old man left his wife and children. It was about a few months that his cattle have long gone not returning home. He left to the forest in search for them. At the day of departure the sun was at its highest degrees. He carried his umbrella to prevent his face from the sunlight. At a far distance from his house he rested. He rested under the shadow of the tree hoping for the sun to cool down. The cool breeze underneath the tree made an old man feel drowsy. A boy who was returning to the village from the forest saw the man, and he came closer. “Wake up old man, wake up!!!” said the boy. It's almost sunset you need to be at least returning home. Home? asked an old man. Not without my cattle young man. It will get dark before you even found your cattle, you might consider coming back tomorrow. I will be dead gone by tomorrow my son. And the last place I'm going back to is to that one you call home. “ That one I call home?” what it supposed to be if it's not home. It's just houses full of people grandson. And I can't be of part anymore. The only thing that brought me to this land of your forefathers were wars. The cemetery where my ancestors were buried is by far beyond the forest, exactly where the old neighborhood was situated and that's where I'm heading to.
I am not going back home and leaving you here. Young man speak not of home, I told you that those are just houses, and I happened to build one there too. Inside it feels like a snowy winter at 03:00 am, my time has passed, and the only hearing my voice in that house is my dog when I tell him to leave the room. Can you see that moon young man? The moon? Yes I can see the moon. It often rises these days. What of it old man? To you it is a moon, but to me its eternity. It's only by far my eyes can see when dead. Because the sun doesn't rise for the dead, but the moon does. That's quite interesting, can you expand my curiosity more about ancestors? The ancestors are people of our blood who came in this world before us. They lived as we are living, they believed and done everything we are doing too. In the mist of time the flesh and the soul went separate. And now they exist in the form of spirit, and the energy that lives from within us is consumed by them.
That's too deep old man. So how long are you going to rest under this tree? It's not even sunny anymore, the weather has chilled. Why don't you go come with me at my house, I will find you a place to sleep. Young man!, it's not about me needing to sleep. It's about seeing my cattle before tomorrow sunset and if I consider going back to the village. I might never near again the cemetery as reached this far. Now I see it. You didn't left your house for cattle, but you aimed going about the cemetery. When will you return from the graveyard then? Because I have to report this case to your wife and she will need to know about all the details. Speak not of this grandson, No one I left behind revered my name and recall for my wisdom. And as told before my tired legs are not ever double backing to the village. All of my age have ceased already. I live in the neighbourhood where only I last understand my language. People of your day my child are way different, and they behave quite badly. I'm tired of being a man of this generation, now I want to give time to the world to give birth to a new man of this time. Perhaps you might be one young man. Your mind is made up old man, and by your tone I believe you mean you are not coming back. But how are you going to survive without food and shelter? Grandson I have survived one too many in my time, however now it's time to let go of all. And you delayed my journey. I cannot go as any far by now. Under this tree help me dig my grave. What!!? Dig you a grave? Under this tree? Are you crazy old man?
No, I am not. Please return to your house and find a shovel to help me dig deep the surface my tomb. I know it's a little bit too much to ask. And for helping me know that I owe something beyond this existence to you. But the only earning it will be when the job is done dusted. I might not hold for long to my breath throughout the night. Try to wake up early tomorrow before dawn and come alone right to this very place. I will be dead waiting for you and when you find my body laying down don't choke. Remove it and dig a whole where the body was layed. After digging bury me and with the shovel carry the sample of the dust to the old cemetery. When arrived declare my spirit to my ancestors and ask them to bless me for what I deserve. Your wishes are for mine to bless, but I will bless you for not what you desire now. But I will bless you with whats deserving to you to achieve. Say this when resting my soul. Dear God I announce this old man's spirit to you dead and I pray that you guide his soul to go find his own forefathers. Send light to brighten his path and protect him from the evils that might be fighting his spirit. Spread your love upon and repent for his sins. Amen.
The boy returned to his home very late. He entered the house by the back door secretly hoping for no one to see him atleast. He entered his room and locked it. His family was concerned about where perhaps their child would have been till this very late. He prepared a garment to wear for the event and shaved his head for the first time in four years. By 3 o'clock AM, he wore his garment took the shovel under his bed and left the house. As early as advised to arrive the boy reached to the place in time. But the old man's spirit had already withered at that moment. It was left for a grave to dig and the body to be buried. The boy took off an old man's hat off his head and started digging until the whole was six feet, he rolled the body to enter the whole and then refilled the whole again covering the remains with soil. After he was done, he said the prayer and took the hat to wear it. With the shovel as told he carried a sample of dust across the forest heading to the old cemetery. Along the way he saw the cattle of the old man and he spoke his mind aloud "return home oh beloved living beings. No human at our presences has ever been loved with love that exceeds the one an old man reserved for you. I believe he saw you now before meeting his ancestors. Go home now" the boy said no more.
He carried his journey with no much distance's left to hit. Right before attaining to the cemetery the nerve stroke him. The atmosphere was changing with every step forward, along the way right at the graveyard were birds singing nice melodies. Drifting away human consciousness and joining the spirit of death with of life. The boy started hearing strange voices speaking from his head. It was the gospel of ancestors being sermonised to him. And when finally got to the tombs he then declared the old man's spirit, calling for his ancestors to bless him. "Bless him dear ancestors!!! He is of your own blood, of what he did on earth was believed to be of what you started. He lived by your customs and norms. And he promised life for wisdom. Bless him dear ancestors".
Immediately after that the rain poured heavily. The young man had already done his job. It was left for an old man's death to bless him as promised. He waited at the graveyard hoping for quick response. After about a few minutes the rain paused, the boy thought of reaching back home. Again the voice spoke to his mind saying. "Go home now young King. You have blessed us. Go back to your house and wait for yours. Tell everyone in the neighborhood that the rain is coming. Tell them to wait for death at their houses rather than chasing at it's pace. Speak to them of what you have heard from us. Tell them that soon enough we will be reborn. Reborn out of their own flesh and blood. Tell them I said we will drink from your blood, and eat from their mind. When they ask who said what or who I are. Tell them that I am who they are, that they can't be.
I am not going back home and leaving you here. Young man speak not of home, I told you that those are just houses, and I happened to build one there too. Inside it feels like a snowy winter at 03:00 am, my time has passed, and the only hearing my voice in that house is my dog when I tell him to leave the room. Can you see that moon young man? The moon? Yes I can see the moon. It often rises these days. What of it old man? To you it is a moon, but to me its eternity. It's only by far my eyes can see when dead. Because the sun doesn't rise for the dead, but the moon does. That's quite interesting, can you expand my curiosity more about ancestors? The ancestors are people of our blood who came in this world before us. They lived as we are living, they believed and done everything we are doing too. In the mist of time the flesh and the soul went separate. And now they exist in the form of spirit, and the energy that lives from within us is consumed by them.
That's too deep old man. So how long are you going to rest under this tree? It's not even sunny anymore, the weather has chilled. Why don't you go come with me at my house, I will find you a place to sleep. Young man!, it's not about me needing to sleep. It's about seeing my cattle before tomorrow sunset and if I consider going back to the village. I might never near again the cemetery as reached this far. Now I see it. You didn't left your house for cattle, but you aimed going about the cemetery. When will you return from the graveyard then? Because I have to report this case to your wife and she will need to know about all the details. Speak not of this grandson, No one I left behind revered my name and recall for my wisdom. And as told before my tired legs are not ever double backing to the village. All of my age have ceased already. I live in the neighbourhood where only I last understand my language. People of your day my child are way different, and they behave quite badly. I'm tired of being a man of this generation, now I want to give time to the world to give birth to a new man of this time. Perhaps you might be one young man. Your mind is made up old man, and by your tone I believe you mean you are not coming back. But how are you going to survive without food and shelter? Grandson I have survived one too many in my time, however now it's time to let go of all. And you delayed my journey. I cannot go as any far by now. Under this tree help me dig my grave. What!!? Dig you a grave? Under this tree? Are you crazy old man?
No, I am not. Please return to your house and find a shovel to help me dig deep the surface my tomb. I know it's a little bit too much to ask. And for helping me know that I owe something beyond this existence to you. But the only earning it will be when the job is done dusted. I might not hold for long to my breath throughout the night. Try to wake up early tomorrow before dawn and come alone right to this very place. I will be dead waiting for you and when you find my body laying down don't choke. Remove it and dig a whole where the body was layed. After digging bury me and with the shovel carry the sample of the dust to the old cemetery. When arrived declare my spirit to my ancestors and ask them to bless me for what I deserve. Your wishes are for mine to bless, but I will bless you for not what you desire now. But I will bless you with whats deserving to you to achieve. Say this when resting my soul. Dear God I announce this old man's spirit to you dead and I pray that you guide his soul to go find his own forefathers. Send light to brighten his path and protect him from the evils that might be fighting his spirit. Spread your love upon and repent for his sins. Amen.
The boy returned to his home very late. He entered the house by the back door secretly hoping for no one to see him atleast. He entered his room and locked it. His family was concerned about where perhaps their child would have been till this very late. He prepared a garment to wear for the event and shaved his head for the first time in four years. By 3 o'clock AM, he wore his garment took the shovel under his bed and left the house. As early as advised to arrive the boy reached to the place in time. But the old man's spirit had already withered at that moment. It was left for a grave to dig and the body to be buried. The boy took off an old man's hat off his head and started digging until the whole was six feet, he rolled the body to enter the whole and then refilled the whole again covering the remains with soil. After he was done, he said the prayer and took the hat to wear it. With the shovel as told he carried a sample of dust across the forest heading to the old cemetery. Along the way he saw the cattle of the old man and he spoke his mind aloud "return home oh beloved living beings. No human at our presences has ever been loved with love that exceeds the one an old man reserved for you. I believe he saw you now before meeting his ancestors. Go home now" the boy said no more.
He carried his journey with no much distance's left to hit. Right before attaining to the cemetery the nerve stroke him. The atmosphere was changing with every step forward, along the way right at the graveyard were birds singing nice melodies. Drifting away human consciousness and joining the spirit of death with of life. The boy started hearing strange voices speaking from his head. It was the gospel of ancestors being sermonised to him. And when finally got to the tombs he then declared the old man's spirit, calling for his ancestors to bless him. "Bless him dear ancestors!!! He is of your own blood, of what he did on earth was believed to be of what you started. He lived by your customs and norms. And he promised life for wisdom. Bless him dear ancestors".
Immediately after that the rain poured heavily. The young man had already done his job. It was left for an old man's death to bless him as promised. He waited at the graveyard hoping for quick response. After about a few minutes the rain paused, the boy thought of reaching back home. Again the voice spoke to his mind saying. "Go home now young King. You have blessed us. Go back to your house and wait for yours. Tell everyone in the neighborhood that the rain is coming. Tell them to wait for death at their houses rather than chasing at it's pace. Speak to them of what you have heard from us. Tell them that soon enough we will be reborn. Reborn out of their own flesh and blood. Tell them I said we will drink from your blood, and eat from their mind. When they ask who said what or who I are. Tell them that I am who they are, that they can't be.
